Pretty Little Things

Your pretty little wings Yeah, those things on your back Those pretty little things Are covered in black   And your pretty little eyes Well, they used to be blue But even with the absence of light They're my favourite thing about you   Your pretty little smile Now crooked on your face That pretty …

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I Remain Hopeful

We might have had our tough times We might have left our joys behind But right here, right now,  united we stand A hope for the future, a hope for our land I remain hopeful through the good times and the bad I remain hopeful through the sad times and the glad I want to …

Set Free

Set free, what should be free Cause everyone has their own needs Let go, for the worries and cares I show you to face your fears Set free, you're set free You can take whatever you see No smog, no more debris Grow wild like a forest tree Set free, you're now with me You have …

As The Storm Comes

Lock the doors Close the windows But don't forget to Find some heroes   Try and make sure The house is shut The thunder's coming It's all clear-cut   You run, you can't hide It's coming for you You stay and your pray But there's nothing to do As the storm comes The Icognito Writer

Moo.

When you need to pass and interview: just moo.



The Icognito Writer: Moo by Flash 365

Flash-365

Beijing is a beehive in a dirt storm.

I follow my recruiter into the officetel. She calls herself Jennifer. I don’t know her real name. She wears classes. Her English is poor.

“You will interview.”

“Okay.”

“This is good company.”

“Okay.”

In the elevator, she stares at her phone. She turns it to me.

“Who is this?”

I look at the picture. It is her, in a hat.

“You?” I say.

She makes a pouty face. She puts her phone away. She doesn’t speak to me until we arrive at the door.

“Wait.”

I wait. She goes in. I look out the window at a wall of gray smog and question my life choices. The door opens. I am led in. Jennifer leaves.

A Chinese man sits smoking a cigarette. A Nepalese man smiles at me. He holds out his hand.

“You are American?”

I nod.

“Have you been a…

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At Noon

It was a beautiful sight but Spencer couldn't help but be angry. The sun was a hot red; glowing in the darkened sky. Rays of bright light flooded across the water; they danced along the lake. It was a tear-inducing sight but Spencer could not enjoy it. How could one enjoy such a beautiful sunset, …

Beautiful

Trees and leaves and everything green They're so beautiful They're so beautiful Birds roaming free; they're all I can see They're so beautiful They're so very beautiful Blue like the sky, like the birds that fly by It's so beautiful It's so beautiful Tears in my eye; raindrops at my side It's so beautiful It's …